Midge sat on the front porch looking at the rain falling all around. Booker-T ran through the rain and jumped onto the porch with Midge.
“What are you doing?” asked Booker-T.
“Sitting here watching the rain,” said Midge. “Do you like to play in the rain?”
“Sometimes,” said Booker-T. “Maybe it will stop raining later.”
“Maybe,” said Midge. “Have you heard the rain song?”
“What rain song?” asked Booker-T.